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I like writing poetry.
I'm not good at it but I enjoy doing it.
Art is one of those things that when you suck at it people either tell you. Or lie.
I don't share my work with anyone. If you can even call it work or art for that matter.
But it makes me happy; and the way I see it, if you don't do something that makes you happy, what's the point of trying to be happy?

The color of blues

Colors spread and colors fade but the color of blue is always the same.
I don't mean light and I don't mean dark.
I mean the blue that makes you think you're not smart.
Your blue is different from mine and for that I am grateful.
I don't want you knowing my blue and if you do my secret better be safe with you.
Blue is the color of the morning sky once it fully opens its eyes.
Blue is the color of water reflection. The water that keeps so many secrets.
The songs of me I'll sing for thee but the songs of you should stay.
Please don't tell what my blue really means.
I love my blue but not for you. I love me in every shade of my blue.

I don't like being sad but sometimes it's the only thing that I think I can feel.